Best Colonialism Poems

Chains of Colonialism        

With guns they came
With whips and chains
Chains to capture the Dark Continent
Chains snaking across Africa
Africa blessed by nature
Africa a precious jewel
Jewel coveted by imperialists
Jewel stained with blood
Blood of the disenfranchised
Blood of innocents 
Innocents slaughtered
Innocents subjugated
Subjugated...

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Moving from left to right Cancer day and night Cancer the day heaven 
Witnessed the pain women experiencing, suck their bellies the chemotherapy 
Machines drank hundred thousand souls shaver from their hearts personifies by the scent of Cancer.
The air we breathe break to air pollution...

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Women & Colonialism 

Its kind of okay 
To me .
When you cry 
Because it feeds the wounds
That I've always hide. 

In those stones 
Well in my bones .
For everyone of us survive.

Besides rise my thirsts
For the one 
Never cursed.
Eloped and hitched 
In Spite.

I pulled the...

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Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night,
They came, greedy and insatiable white creatures,
Cloaked in prim pretense,
Every curve of their features seemed to express a fine arrogant acrimony and harsh truculence.

Expectation darkened into anxiety,
A thousand unutterable fears bore irresistible despotism over our thoughts,
Men, ladies and...

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Africana, a poem that details the pre - colonial, colonial and post -colonial Africa, her rich history, struggles and  unique cultural heritage in a picturesque execution.


Africa will Rise Up Tall,Bold, and rule the Earth again
But first Africans must be Africans and more, not more...

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Maybe
It’s best
Or maybe it’s better to believe
God wishes
To spread His spirit
Like dandelion seed to wind

Where it lands
It should stay

Resist the story of Ham
Embrace Eve

Mission not
In masts of ships or cannons shots
Nor with whips, coins, crowns, holy books, fighter jets
Or in a noose of love

Allow
The flower
To...

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we are puppets 
and
we are paintings of puppets past 
historic yet breathing 
living but not alive 

we are dancing upon your no mans land
and we are spinning to the melody of the tears our mothers shed 
upon the same
no mans land

history is a wind up...

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It started on D - flat, 
succulent & succinct 
soft & rhythmic
loaning hearts pats. 
the wail of the piano
caressing the voices' glissando

riffs tampered with the tune, 
notes trailing tracks of crest, 
demisemiquaver pruned
by the demigod crochet:
parts of belts

accompanying baritone, 
baroque & tormenting bass
nursing decrescendo, 
an...

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So what sane parent
would intentionally lead their family 
into internal
or external war,
right?

Well, apparently former political
and religious extremists,
neonazis,
Islamic fundamentalists,
Christian fundamentalists...

Oh, wait,
I'm not sure their Republican White Nationalist 
AntiDemocratic First Amendment,
kleptocratic and oligarchical Second Amendment
LeftBrain rabidly ballistic dominant
Anti-natural/spiritual nondualistic health intentions
are yet media-conscious enough,
yet, still, these fake-Christians...

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Six decades after the slavers were gone
Came along the dragon
With fire to melt our mineral ore, trees to chop
And heat for a sweatshop
Politicians shake hands with eyes closed, as few hands get oiled
So they build the castles, as the majority poor toil
Nothing to show in...

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To all the freedom fighters who fought,
We say thank you for bringing us into light,
Today we honour you for being independent,
Freedom is the greatest accomplishment,
You made us live in a peaceful environment.

We remember you as we bask in the sun,
For you fought with an arrow...

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Strange dreams last night
include gathering enthusiastic consumers
to shepherd and possibly own
cheaply decaying properties,
ghettoes of hopelessness,
ungodliness.

And, later,
an all male bacchanal
of real estate agents,
toned agencies for commercial acquisition,
surrounded by witnessing properties
of no sensory interest 
to any realtime guy,
straight or gay
or in-between.

Gathered to teach their purchasers' desire
and demise
while...

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Individual monotheistic health
hungers for
and, 
in regenerating return,
gratefully feeds 
polytheistic
polycultural
polypathic
polyphonic
polyvagal
neuro-social wealth....

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Blessed beyond boundaries and bounties,

 African child grew on sapphire and emerald,

The spark of Gold riddled our sights under the smiling sun

And pure fountain rolled with aquatic children beneath green grasses.


Big fleet branched and called for surrender ,

 Gun powder scattered our peace asunder,

They told...

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These are post-revolutionary gay '20s,
without pre-revolutionary SpeakEasies,
replaced with ListenHard
to global climates of LeftBrain dominant despair.

Margaret Meade encourages
invites
urges small winds
assembled in privatized circles,
yet still dreaming of love's great evolving liberty,
winning healthy democracy
to win wealthy economies
to win resilient ecology
to win resonant polypathic theology,

To remember
small compassioned groups
are the...

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